A house is not a home

I wonder who lived here, I wonder what happened to them all, and where they are now. Do they remember this place? Do they miss it? Will they recall every memory that took place here? Their first Christmas here, the time spent with friends and family, their first day of school, their last day of school, the final time they would close that door knowing this wasn’t their home longer. I don't know, but it really makes me wonder.